Nothing Is Set In Stone (OHSHC)

Ch. 4: Tamaki's Chance & Kyouya's Opportunity

Author's Note: Everyone, thank you very much for your support! Thank you for adding to your favorites, follows, and thank you to Shadowtolight and Dragon Slayer's Girl for commenting! I am really happy and overjoyed that you guys are liking this story so far! I would really like it if you guys would tell me who you guys want to see more of!

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT! DON'T LIKE, THEN (AT LEAST) DON'T REPORT! This is my first attempt at writing anything sexual, so go easy one me ^-^; Thank you! :D I was listening to this while writing said sex scene: you tube dot watch? v= Go4kneSoXUg

I flew up the stairs in a silent but rushed manner. My heart nearly imploded in my chest; I couldn't handle another night without her pleasuring touch. I entered my room and found her, sitting on the floor, one leg on either side of her body. She wore the white, lacy negligee I bought just for her in Paris. I'd have to thank Yuzuha-san for her recommendation later. Her soft, midnight black hair cascaded down her back; I love it when she lets it loose. I slowly walked to her. She heard my quiet footsteps and looked up at me. Kneeling to her level, I tipped her chin. There was a glint of embarrassment in her emerald eyes for she would not look at me. To soothe her doubts, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers; they were warm and soft. She tasted like Gyokuro[1]. I pulled away and began sliding down the straps of the nightdress.

Leaving tender kisses all over her neck, I questioned her, "Are you ready?"

"Kyouya-sensei…" She said in a soft, submissive mewl.

"Kyouya-kun? Kyouya-kun."

I averted my eyes from the blinding sunlight outside the nearest window. Had I been daydreaming? For how long? Why was that something I was thinking about? Shivers ran down my spine, but I subtly shook them off.

"My sincerest apologies, ladies. The sunlight, the warmth of this bright day, your natural beauty… It became too much for me." The group of three young ladies squealed with excitement and enamor. Abruptly, the timer on my phone went off. "Oh? I am sorry to inform you beautiful ladies that our time is up."

They whined in unison. The oldest of the three smiled bashfully. "Kyouya-kun, is there any way we could reserve you for tomorrow?"

I smiled sweetly, "Normally, we refrain from accepting requests the day before." I took notice of the heartbroken expressions. As if being a few minutes behind another girl or two would be the end of the world. Pathetic. "However, with such lovely ladies such as yourselves, I believe I could make a one-time exception." I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. "Unfortunately, the price will go up."

"Of course!" They sang in synch.

…

"Leave it to Kyouya-senpai to extort money in a gentlemanly manner." Hikaru commented with a roll of his eyes.

Sure, we have to make money, but sometimes I think we (more like Kyouya-senpai) go about it negatively. Yeah, the girls here can spend their money like they go about drinking water, but what about the moral aspect of things? It sure as hell isn't fair for the girls… and sometimes I think it's not fair for us either.

"Good bye, Hikaru, Kaoru. Thank you for having me." The brunette third year bowed for us before collecting her things and made her exit. Free at last!

"Today was a pretty slow day, wasn't it?" I commented to my brother. Though, I received a reply from someone else.

"It was a rather dry evening." Kyouya appeared behind us, writing a novel in that notebook of his. "Hikaru, Kaoru, you two received the least amount of requests today."

"Hika-chan, Kao-chan, are you two not liking the Host Club anymore?" Hani-senpai blurted out such a ridiculous question! Sure, my brother and I are kind of tired of the same routine, but to say we don't like it anymore...

"Pssh! It's not that we don't like it…" Hikaru started.

"We just grow bored of the same thing." I completed.

"Ah, perhaps our lovely new Hime-sama may shift the waters in your river?" Boss announced motioning to Miss Ena, who just so happened to be peeking her head out from the kitchen. She remained glued to the door. "You may come, my dearest!" Boss gestured her over to us.

She looked at Haruhi for approval. "It's ok, Kuraki-chan!"

'Did Haruhi really just…! She did! I've never heard her use 'chan' before! I guess I'm not the only one!'

"Oh, Haruhi~!" Boss immediately latched himself onto Haruhi and spun her around. "That was very, very cute!"

"Senpai!" Haruhi protested. "Senpai, please let me go! I still have to formally introduce Kuraki!"

Tamaki finally released Haruhi just as Miss Ena arrived. She seems to be blushing. Not to mention, she's not making any eye contact with Mori-senpai. I wonder if he said anything to her when he went to get Hani-senpai's cakes… Right, Mori-senpai actually say something? That would require Mori-senpai breaking character.

"Everyone, this is my best friend Ena Kuraki. We've been really close friends since she was in fourth year, and I was in third year."

"Sou ka!? Sou ka!? So you are a second year!?" Tamaki looked as though his head would explode into a million pieces.

'I guess Miss Ena will not be in our class after all. What a shame. I really would have liked to gotten to know her. Eh? Hikaru seems rather pleased by this…'

"How wonderful! I just know that you will be in our class, ne, Kyouya?" Tamaki turned to Kyouya-senpai, who seemed flustered. Wonder what's going on with him.

"–Ahem– Y-yes. It will be a pleasure– Er, it… will be lovely." Something really is wrong with Kyouya-senpai. He's stuttering his words and looks embarrassed as hell.

"Oh, that's right, Kuraki-chan," We all swooned over her cute choice of words. Haruhi merely rolled her eyes at us. "You should have received your class information by now. I wonder if the main office is still open."

"No need to worry, Haruhi," Miss Ena looked from Kyouya-senpai to Haruhi. She must not know that Haruhi's fine with us calling her by her given name. "I've already tapped into the school's main system." Kyouya is such a creep sometimes. "Here we are. Ena Kuraki, age 17, class: 2A."

"Ah~!" Boss cried out before viciously embracing Miss Ena in a hug. "You are in our class! You're going to sit by me, ne? I'll share my notes, or copy yours. Normally, Kyouya is my partner on projects, but we can talk to sensei in allowing a three-member group! Oh! We simply must show you our class! Right, Kyouya?"

By now Kyouya had left the group, collected his belongings, and threw on his coat. "I have more important things to do right now. If Miss Ena cannot even find her way to our classroom, then I sincerely doubt her ability in maintaining her status as head student."

'Ouch. Well, at least Miss Ena has finally caught a glimpse of the real Kyouya's attitude. He must have realized that she poses no benefit to him or his family's company. Still, he could have been a little less cold to Miss Ena.'

Miss Ena, without missing a beat, stated, "Doubtful as you are, Ootori-senpai, it will be an honor to make you choke on your own words."

Kyouya-senpai immediately froze in his tracks. Naturally, we all turned our heads to Miss Ena, stunned that this combination of words actually spilled out of her mouth! And towards Kyouya! He didn't bother to turn around but continued with his exit.

"I owe you an apology." I commented to Miss Ena. She, as well as the others, turned to face me.

"What for?"

'Hm… She avoided using my name.'

"I thought you wouldn't be able to handle being with us."

"We thought you were a good-goody." Hikaru interrupted. Though, I'm glad he did. I wouldn't have been able to be so blunt about it. "But, after the way you handled Kyouya-senpai, I think you can manage."

"Was that offensive to Ootori-senpai!?" She looked troubled by her realization of her words.

"Kyouya is complex to understand," Tamaki sliced through. "Back to our classroom, follow me, my feisty heroine."

Boss slipped his hand into Miss Ena's, deeply discomforting her, and began to lead her out of the third music room. I thought Haruhi would have said something to stop Tamaki, or she would have joined them. Instead, she stayed behind and started cleaning.

…

"Which way do you normally enter from, Hime-sama?" I questioned Kuraki as we walked down the third floor corridor. Her small hand resting in my own. "The east wing? The west wing? The north or south main doors?"

"Suou-senpai?" I stopped my pace and looked down at her. A true gentleman must always be taller than a fair maiden. "Yes, my sweet?" A flirtatious smile crawled on my beautifully carved lips.

"Could you please stop that?" Kuraki replied in a stern voice.

Confused by her request, I questioned, "Stop what?"

"The whole "Knight in Shining Armor" act you do for your customers. I am not here for a show. It's getting quite stale and it's annoying me."

I took several steps back, like her words had impaled my chest. Her green eyes, they were as serious as her face tried to be. She certainly is not like the other young ladies attending Ouran. And perhaps, this may not be such a terrible fact.

Upon recovering from my initial shock, I quickly regained my composure and smiled genuinely. Haruhi is not the only Mademoiselle I must win over.

"Very well, Kuraki-san." I bowed for her. This time I did not obtain her hand. "However, allow me to clear something up."

"Of course, Suou-senpai."

"My gestures, my words, and I are not merely an act that I can turn off and on at will." I ran my hand through my hair. "I am as genuine and sincere as Haruhi is with you." She stared with skeptical interest. From seemingly out of nowhere, I pulled out a single red rose and held it out for Kuraki. "If given the chance, I would love to show you."

Kuraki stared, bewildered, at the bloom. Finally, she took it in her hand. Now, her lovely eyes slid to meet my own. "Suou-senpai, I would love to give you that chance."

…

"Kyouya! Wh—what are you doing!?" She screamed, fear drenching her voice.

I didn't care anymore. The way she had spoken to me earlier; it was unforgivable! Grabbing a handful of her hair, I tossed her onto my bed. I tore off my shirt, ripping off its buttons in the process. This had to be quick. Before she could even lift herself and turn around, I had already unzipped my pants and revealed my untainted, erected member. I had never seen it in such a position; it disgusts me.

Suddenly, Kuraki, while on her hands and knees, looked back at me. I hastily mounted her, burying her face deep into my mountain of pillows. She struggled, whipping her arms wildly, and flailing her legs madly. This only made me want to continue. With one hand keeping Kuraki in submission, I used my other to pull down her undergarments. I was fortunate enough that she had decided to wear a dress. She tried desperately to seal her thighs shut, but it was futile. I parted them with my own legs and made sure they remained opened.

I could hear her muffled screams. "Kyouya, please! Stop!" I ignored them for my own selfish gain.

I ran my index finger teasingly up her thigh; she shivered. Finally, I parted her labia and stared at it with curiosity. I had never seen this much of a woman before. Sexual urges had never occurred so the need to view an image never crossed my mind. I had come to the realization that all genitalia is disgusting. But this was something I wanted. I wanted her. I wanted her to know who was in charge here. And if this was the only way of getting this point across… so be it.

I felt a twinge of pain shoot through my throbbing organ, signaling that it needed its counterpart. I ran my hand over my bare skin; it felt amazing. I positioned myself behind Kuraki and I inserted myself in. I paid no attention to the speed of my own insertion, much less to Kuraki's screams of pain. I just acknowledged the euphoria my member was feeling. The tightness of her vaginal walls squeezed my genitalia in a way I could never.

Getting over the initial insertion, I began with what came natural. My hips started to pull away and, just as the head of my organ was beginning to peek out, I rammed my body against Kuraki's. She screamed again, this time with more agony. I repeated the action with a quickening pace. Soon, my body had gotten itself into a swift, smooth rhythm and my endorphins released themselves.

This pleasure was unlike any other I had ever felt.

As I pumped myself in and out of Kuraki, I felt my body constrict with self-indulgence. My lower regions pulsed as though something was building up inside. I would have to find out later.

After some time, Kuraki soon gave up on fighting me and remained submissive as I played with her. At least she followed orders when I gave them to her. I asked for her wrists. She willingly gave them up and I took hold. I grasped her wrists, using them as reins as I continued my vigorous activity with Kuraki. Soon, I felt that same pulsation in my lower regions again. This time, I knew I was ready.

Releasing her wrists, I set my hands on both sides of her body—my constant thrusting remained—and I ejaculated inside Kuraki. As I released myself, I moaned with a loud, lustrous desire. I don't recall making a noise such as this before. Once I felt the end of my sperm, I pulled out my supple organ and lied face-up on my bed. I was breathless, though, so full of fresh air.

And yet, I could not help but regret what I had done. Miss Ena did not deserve this… this abuse. I stared at her as she remained still and silent; her back was to me. What had I done to such a beau—?

I felt a warm liquid oozing down my thighs abruptly cutting my thoughts. I rested on my elbows and checked my lower half. I found my pajama pants, boxer shorts, and any skin within a four inch radius covered in my semen.

As I sat up properly, I realized that—yes, I was in my room but—it was nighttime, and I was alone. I checked my clock: 4:23am. It was just a dream! A dream and nothing else!

'What is wrong with me? These kinds of thoughts, these dreams, they have never happened to me before. I violated Miss Ena in the most disturbing of ways!' I carefully removed myself from my bed and waddled to my bathroom. I turned on the water and waited for the tub to fill. 'I must have eaten something spoiled during lunch. I'll have to have a word with the directors in the morning.' I removed my bottoms and undergarments and stepped inside the warm bath. 'Surely it was nothing more than food poisoning. Such obscene thoughts will never happen again.'

[1] Gyokuro—I read online that this is said to be Japan's most expensive tea. So, yeah… :p

Author's Note: Wow! How about that ending right!? Eheheh… Ok, explanation: —ahem— I kind of see Kyouya as being "sexually frustrated." Perhaps he's seen a few pretty girls here and there but none that have ever captured his attention. Sure, he could have himself a nice wank, but I can't see Kyouya resorting to that either. So, now that he's met this new girl that peaks all kinds of his interest, these foreign thoughts are taking over his mind in ways he can't control or explain.

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